We the people of the United StatesIn order to form a more perfect union

Stop pretending that you've never been badYou're never wrong and you've never been
dirtyYou're such a saint, that ain't the way we see youYou want to rule us with an iron handYou change the lyrics and become Big BrotherThis ain't Russia, you ain't my Dad
of Mother(They never knew anyway) 'Cuz I never walk away from what I know is rightBut I'm gonna turn my back on you

AaaahYou're playing God from your ivory towerBack off
preacher, I don't care if it's SundayI ain't no angel, but I've never been betterWe're a make-up metal generationWe're not as stupid as you want to make usYou
better leave us, man 'Cuz you sure can't take usNobody better tell you how to live your lifeYou gotta do it on your own

Alice CooperYou have been accused of mass mental crueltyHow do you plead?Guilty!

Don't wanna be cleanDon't wanna be niceThe whip's gonna
crackMy leather is black and so are my eyesI'm gonna be roughI'm gonna be meanI'm here til the end, my sick little friendI'm back in your dreamsYou can take my
head and cut it offBut you ain't gonna change my mind

If you don't like it you can lock me upWoah, oh, oh, oh, ohIf you don't like it you can lock me upWoah, oh,
oh, oh, oh

Cover your eyes or cover your headYou'll never know what hit you til you're covered in redScreaming bloody murder til the barricades bendSweatin' in the fog
til the end

It's gotta be loudI want it to roarI want it to blow everyone at the show off of the floorI'm in for the killI'm back with a rageI want them to
write in the paper each night how I bloodied the stage

If you don't like it you can lock me upWoah, oh, oh, oh, ohIf you don't like it you can lock me upWoah, oh, oh, oh,
ohOh, lock me up or shut up

Cover your eyes or cover your headYou'll never know what hit you til you're covered in redScreaming bloody murder til the barricades bendSweatin' in the fog til the end

If you don't like it you can lock me upWoah, oh, oh, oh, ohIf you don't like it you can lock me up - I wanna be hotWoah, oh, oh, oh,
ohIf you don't like it you can lock me up - I wanna be coolWoah, oh, oh, oh, ohIf you don't like it you can lock me up - I wanna be sickWoah, oh, oh, oh, oh - ah, real sick

Give The Radio Back

Hey teacher, whatcha trying to do?I'm gettin tired livin in this zooYou slap my face and you lock me downYou beat my head right in the groundI never ever felt this way
beforeI can't take it no more

So give the radio backYeah, give the radio backGive the radio back to the maniacs

Well, there's a party going on outsideAll my
friends got ya terrifiedDon't call the cops, call the State PoliceDon't break up this blown-out symphonyYou think I'm wasting all my precious timeYou say my music oughta be a
crime

Well, give the radioGive the radio backYeah, give the radio backTo the maniacsTo the maniacs

I never ever felt this way beforeAin't gonna take it no
more

Yeah, give the radio backGive the radio backAh, give the radio backTo the maniacsTo the maniacsOh, give the radioTo the maniacsOh, give the radioTo
the maniacsGive it, give it, give it, give it, give give give the radioTo the maniacsThe little maniacsYou're all maniacs

Step On You

You're in my wayYou crossed the lineYou're in my faceYou're on my case, you really waste my time

Don't like your styleDon't like your
soundYou talk too muchYou got no touch, you drive it in the ground

Not that kind of loveNot that kind of loveNot that kind of loveNot that kind of loveNo noNot that kind of loveNot that kind of loveNot that kind of loveNot that kind of loveNot that kind of loveNot that kind of loveNot that kind of love

Prince Of Darkness

An angel fell one stormy nightFrom heaven's gloryHe split the earth to reign in hellWaoh o-ohHe fears the lightHe fears the truthHe fears what's going
to beHe spits on lifeHe spits on GodHe spits up death for you and me

Prince of DarknessStudies the world with hungry eyesPrince of DarknessReady to baptize you in
liesHeart of evilSoul of blacknessPrince of Darkness

He saw that man was just a boyWith a baby's mindHe swore damnation of God's creationWaoh o-ohHe
lives for hateHe lives for fearsHe lives up to his nameHe knew the lightHe knew the oneWho was crucified in pain

Prince of DarknessStudies the world with hungry
eyesPrince of DarknessReady to baptize you in liesHeart of evilSoul of blackness

He fears the lightHe fears the truthHe fears what's going to beHe spits
on lifeHe spits on GodHe spits up death for you and me

Prince of DarknessStudies the world with hungry eyesPrince of DarknessReady to baptize you in liesPrince of
DarknessStudies the world with hungry eyesPrince of DarknessReady to baptize you in liesPrince of Darkness

He smells the breath of sweet human sinAnd deeply breathes it
inPrince of Darkness

Time To Kill

Well, I was born on a dead-end streetI'm cold-blooded but I always felt the heatAll my friends are dead and goneIf there's a hell, I'm one step closer to itSomewhere I crossed the lineSomewhere I'm lost in timeI lost my soul and now I'm losing my mi-mi-mi-mind

Time to killI've had enough of all of your liesI only got
time to killYou've seen the fire in my eyesI only got time to kill

I spend my days counting bricks on the wallAnd every night I hear those sirens callI sink deeper into a
convict's sleepAnd dream about the day I'm gonna hit the streetsOne time I cursed the manHe laughed and broke my handI'm gonna take that fist and make him understandI'll make him understand

I've had enough of long goodbyesI only got time to killI feel the fire in my eyesI only got time to kill

You know I always thought there
was time enoughTo win the gameBut now I know the times are roughThe seasons change, oh times are strange

Somewhere I crossed the lineSomewhere I'm lost in timeI lost
my soul and now I'm losing my mi-mi-mi-mind

Time to killI've had enough of all of your liesI only got time to killYou've seen the fire in my eyesI only got time to
killI've had enough of long goodbyesI only got time to killI feel the fire in my eyesI only got time to killKill kill kill kill...That ain't so neat

Some people call me the creeper'Cuz they don't know my name or faceI got 'em running in circlesBecause a homicidal genius never leaves a traceI'm a lonely
hunterCity full of gameWalkin in the neon lights

Some people call me the RipperStole my modus operandi from the movie screenShe's just a celluloid
stripperJust another bloody player in my splatter-filled dreamWomen on the streetsWant money when we meetI take them for a little ride

She was
standing on the cornerWith her bright red lipsHer face was so white and paleSo paleShe had a black leather skirtThat was so tight to her hipsAnd an anklet with a nameIt
spelled M-A-R-Y...Gail!GailGailGailGailGailGail...

Gail

A tree has grown on the spotWhere her body did restBlood seeped in the soilFrom the knife in her chest

The bugs serve time in her skeletal jailI wonder how the
bugs remember Gail

Oh, what a lovely young girlEverybody would sayYou can still hear her laughIn the shadows on a cold winter day

A dog dug up a bone and wagged its
tailI wonder how the dog remembers Gail

The bugs serve time in her skeletal jailI wonder how that I'll remember Gail

Roses On White Lace

I saw you in your wedding gownThe prettiest dressI came into your room that nightAnd made such a messIn my own way, I lovingly kiss the brideWith your ring in your
handYour eyes and your mouth open wide

You hurt me in the deepest wayI'm crippled insideI took your evil skin awayIt's all cut and driedI saw you tonight and carefully
took your handWith some smears on my cheeksI knew that you'd understand

In my eyesBlood drops look like roses on white laceThey won't wash awayIn my mind
they're roses on white laceStraight from the heartSo dead upon the bedStill searching for your head

They're never going to find your faceIt's hidden awayI
found a very special place where you used to playIn my own way, I lovingly kiss the brideWith your ring in your handYour heart and your mouth open wide

In my eyesBlood drops
look like roses on white laceThey won't wash awayIn my mind they're roses on white laceStraight from the heartBlood drops look like roses on white laceCrimson and sweet -
stained on the sheetRoses on white lace - pretty in red, dripping and wetRoses on white lace - spilled on the walls, dark in the hallRoses on white laceRoses on white laceRoses on
white lace